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[lunarborn]

[Lately, being alone is always enough to startle Cecil from sleep. He's grown accustomed to his wife's gentle touch, and Luceti's left him paranoid that something could happen to her at a moment's notice. Added is the constant vigilance necessary to tend to two stubborn mutes, and it means that Cecil's awake close to the moment of transfer, hopping (hopping?) out of bed and padding(?!) to the closest journal, flipping through it for more information. The hand turning the pages certainly feels a lot smaller and daintier than his norm.]

I shall assume we're overdue for another event.